Chapter 37
Time flows like water, never reversing its course, yet its pace often shifts with the circumstances.
Take, for instance, intense concentration.
With every shred of his focus poured into a single step, Yang-hwi felt time stretching out, running far slower than usual.
‘A step like a thousand.’
He stepped forward.
From the moment a person first learns to toddle, walking is an act repeated tens of millions of times over a lifetime.
Yet this single step was entirely different.
‘I must turn one into a thousand.’
One and a thousand could never be the same. In sheer magnitude, they were worlds apart—separated by a factor of a thousand.
And yet…
What if one could be divided into a thousand parts, crafting a single whole from that thousand?
‘As I am now… it’s impossible.’
The reason was simple.
He had witnessed a divine art from Heaven Beyond Heaven and pried away its profound mystery, but…
Eumhu’s realm was simply too exalted for him to seize everything in a single glance.
‘Still… yes, ten should be within reach.’
He did not know the method to circulate True Qi for this movement technique.
Even the outer form would have eluded him had he not unraveled it while weaving through the wooden puppets in the Five Trials of True Sound.
Yet, now that he possessed the form…
‘I can forge it. A step of my own.’
Yang-hwi had already peered into countless martial arts, deciphering their forms and devising the proper pathways to circulate True Qi to match.
